When you see through an idle window or get the wind while the hovering wind blows that the hand whose ink now freely blows blatantly chases shadow- only shadow. Do not on that doubt throw for we reside in a world of shadow. When you stand on a mild sloping meadow hear from agar a proud cock crow; If from above fall droplets of snow, do not see a safe cover from a fellow who rather lives in a world of shadow. When we see for a footstep to fellow see your face in smile in a radiant glow; tho' your heart is a charcoal; we see shadow. If we walk on your imprint; we think shallow while we lives in a world of shadow. When you claim you all know You may be surprised to hear you think narrow. If you bluntly insists on clenching the shadow,; you may join the row of those lying below while you leave our world of shadow. When you think drinks can make you fellow, you sip and see yourself in real world to grow. You may lose while chasing after shadow for your life itself is a walking shadow living in a world of shadow.